Monthly Archives: June 2014

What really matters

There is a moment in our life, when we have to realise, what really matters. Things, even the most beautiful, are only things. We can not take them, when we will be gone. All will become a dust with time. What will stay, it’s what we did for others. For those, who needed us.
Sometimes little help can save somebody’s life. Sometimes it can be small gesture, smile, and care, when despair makes somebody doubt, that anybody cares. We don’t have to do much. Sometimes it’s enough to show, that we care. It can be enough to give people strength to survive the worst.
We are usually so much absorbed with our life, which is running fast, that we even don’t notice, that somebody close to us is fighting the biggest battles in life. They are often to proud to ask for help or just don’t want to bother us with their problems.
We are on this world for each other, not for ourselves. As much will stay in others as much of us will survive after our departure.
I am also a sinner. I could care more. I could be more attentive.
I don’t know, how much time I have. I hope, that enough to change somebody’s life. Enough to save somebody’s life, when it seems, that there is no hope.

I believe in miracles. As long as we breath everything is possible.

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My little paradise

I asked recently one of my friends -” Did you see my new Hortensia?” She answered: “Oh yeah! You live there like in paradise”.  I’ve never thought about my little garden like that. I just loved flowers, so I tried to have them arround. 

It made me think how often we belittle, what we have. I thought, that I lead quite modest life,  but it seems, that there will be always somebody, who will envy us something. My friend spends on flowers much more money, than me, so in her mouth calling my small garden “paradise” was really great compliment.

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New Hortensia:

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Just a dream

The arms, that hug tightly. That light in his eyes, that makes her feel desired. Warmth of his breath on her neck. And a soft voice whispering to her ear: “I love you”.
It was a beautiful day. Sun was shining so bright, that she had to close her eyes a bit looking at him in his white shirt. But anyway she couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked like a mythological hero. Majestic, and simply beautiful.
That feeling of safety, and unlimited happiness, that nothing can break…
She woke up, but feeling still safe, and happy. Sun was still rising beautifully. But all was just a dream. But she still remembered his words: “Believe in your dreams. They do come true.” She smiled.

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